Narcissistic or not, here I go!

Ah...blogging.

I have to admit, before today I kind of thought blogging was a bit narcissistic. 

Narcissitic
adjective

1. characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance.

I mean, who really wants to read all about your life?  Are you really that important?  That was until today...

I have to give a shout out to Christa Van Zee.  I was reading her blog today for the first time and I was laughing, and even tearing up a bit.  I was challenged and convicted about things - you probably didn't even mean to do that Christa :) - and found myself wanting so badly to get things in writing for my kids, and for myself.  All the things that make me laugh, cry, stress, and marvel at all they do.  I wanted to record what God is teaching me: my failures, occasional successes, and all the many, many times He has been so faithful.  I find that I can be so crabby, irrational, ungrateful, and just down right unpleasant.  But when I recall all God has done for me, forgiven me of, and given me, I realize I am so truly blessed.  I need to be reminded of how truly blessed I am.

I'm not much of a journal-er but I love to write.  I take lots of photos, but they remain locked in the depths of my hard drive.  So I got to thinking... maybe a blog would force me to record the things that happen and get those photos out there for my friends and family to enjoy? Wishful thinking I know (sorry Gay, I promise I will get those photos of Josiah printed tomorrow!)  I'm not making any promises here people, my goal is to blog at least once a month. But it's a start, right?

I also have to admit that this is a bit uncomfortable for me... I feel quite vulnerable. What if people don't "follow" my blog, what if I'm not entertaining, what if (gasp) I have grammatical errors!  Mostly, I worry I will have nothing to say.  Then I remember that I am doing this for my family, friends, and mostly my precious kids.  Hopefully one day they will be old enough to read this and be able to recall all the joy (and crying fits, stress, anxiety, and hours of praying on my knees!!!) they brought to my life.  I hope one day the will read it and know they were and are dearly loved.

So here goes...

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